Million Miles Entry – Trastevere, Rome: Unveiling the Charming Character and Local Life

Posted on June 13, 2024 by Business Class Podcast

Trastevere is totally unappealing in the morning.

Year 2023 was the year I ticked off Europe on my bucket list, not once but twice. I was there in January to accompany my friend and then again in May with my family. The countries I visited were the same: Italy, Spain, and Portugal, but I explored additional cities on the second trip. All of them were memorable, each with its own unique character. If I could choose a theme for the trips, it would be church hopping. Of course, it bored our kids to death, but at least they got a taste of magnificent art and saw what man can do if inspired by faith.

Italy was still recovering from a typhoon that killed at least 11 people by the time we arrived in Rome in late May of 2023. The Vatican’s security was still on alert because some psycho had rammed his car into the gates of the Vatican. Reading that news gave me anxiety, but we forgot everything once we got there.

Italy, at least my experience in Rome, taught me that you cannot go there without looking or wearing your best attire. Even our Filipino driver wore a suit daily. It’s easy to spot a tourist—just look at their shoes or color combinations. Italians are bolder when it comes to colors. Along Trevi, I saw a middle-aged Italian in a red long-sleeve shirt and blue pants. This is unlike the Japanese, who are more toned down in their colors.

On my second visit, we stayed in Trastevere, located on the other side of the city center. To get there, you need to cross the Tiber River if you are coming from the area of Piazza Navona, but not if you are coming from the Vatican. Piazza Trilussa signifies that you have reached the area of Trastevere. Trilussa was named in honor of the famous Roman poet Carlo Alberto Salustri, who wrote under the pen name Trilussa, an anagram of his surname. The area has an artistic vibe frequented mostly by locals. The place looks dull in the morning, scary even with its vandalized walls, but during sunset, the place begins to wake up. Its bars, restaurants, locals, and tourists start to mingle until early morning. Those vandalized walls were not evident to me the first time I visited, so when I saw them, I thought my mother might not like the place and might even consider getting transferred to another hotel. But I was wrong. She loved the place and even wants to go back and stay there again. She loves the idea of leaving and entering the building with her key, like a true local.

It was my former student, Bermon, who now lives in Rome as a tailor, who introduced me to the area. He acted as a tour guide during my stay, bringing me to historical places, restaurants, and bars. He brought me to Tonarello last January, where I had the most delicious Italian meatball of my life, not to mention their other dishes like Cacio e Pepe and Carbonara. This is also the place I introduced to the Go family, whom we met up with during our visit in May. Just like I felt during my first time eating there, they were also delighted.

Church of Santa Dorotea which is right across where we are staying

My meeting with Bermon was serendipitous. On the way to Rome via Qatar Airport, I saw a familiar face just before boarding the plane. I went to him, but I did not need to introduce myself because as soon as he saw me, he recognized me. Good thing he was still on vacation and did not need to go back to work for five days. During one of our dinners, we had a conversation about working in Italy as a tailor. He asked me how much I thought good suits cost. I guessed 100,000 pesos. He said the value is far from that; really good handmade suits cost around 300 to 500 thousand pesos. Then the conversation shifted to working as a non-citizen. He told me that there are fewer regular employees and more contractual ones, even for locals. It makes it look like there is high unemployment, but there really isn’t. He hopes to have his atelier soon. There is also a month when most establishments are closed and people are just at the beach because of the heat, he said while drinking his beer. Doesn’t that affect the economy? I asked. It does, he said, and so it is practiced less today than a few years back.

Breakfast for us, when out of the country, is always about the most economical choice; it’s all about speed and efficiency, most of the time from 7/11 or whatever is the most convenient. We leave the more pleasurable meals for either lunch or dinner. The café beside our place is where I take my dose of espresso and a bite of cornetto or Italian croissant. The owner asked me where I was from, and I told him I am Filipino. The next day, I got my coffee when he introduced me to the Filipina server who seemed to want to remain unidentified. She went past me hurriedly with a quick smile. It made me wonder if she didn’t want to be identified as Filipina or maybe she was an illegal alien in Italy. This was different from what I experienced a few months back. Our server then was a Filipino from Bicol, Aileen. We had an engaging conversation with her. She told us that it was hard at first, like it is for anyone away from home. She and the other Filipino staff live above the café, which is common for many Filipino migrants in the service industry, she said. She was friendly, but what made her even more friendly was the extra focaccia she gave us for breakfast.

Our place was a one-bedroom unit with a problematic shower that sometimes ran out of hot water, depending on the number of users. This situation is normal for hundred-year-old establishments in Rome. Most of the older establishments are owned by the Vatican, my landlord told me. Understandably, preserving history is a priority over convenience. And that is exactly how I felt: being in touch with the past with how the façade looks, the interior, and the danger of stepping out of the unit directly to the narrow spiral steps or using a tiny elevator that can give anyone a panic attack. But somehow, I am grateful that the past isn’t eradicated by modern conveniences.

Friends have advised us to stay near the shopping streets of Via Condotti and Via del Corso. I refuse to stay in a touristy place. Aside from being a tourist trap, I don’t like artificial cities where locals are conditioned to behave around tourists. I want to see the more authentic character of the city. In a video I saw on Facebook Reels, there was a lady on her phone, walking on the sidewalk of New York and waving at the tourists inside the bus. Moments later, she raised both her hands, jumped, and started dancing. The person taking the video laughed and commented that those inside the bus were suckers because they were entertained by a paid actress.

There is this church just across our building, the church of Santa Dorotea, patron saint of brides, gardeners, and brewers, among others. A baroque church built in 1756, it was the very first church we visited as soon as we arrived in Trastevere. There is nothing really special about this church except the painting of two heads with their eyes looking up. The eyes must be rolling, I told my wife, and they must be her saints.

Also in Trastevere is the Fountain in Piazza di Santa Maria, considered the oldest fountain in Rome. The fountain is believed to have been in the square since the 8th century. It was where early Romans gathered their water for drinking and cooking. Today, it’s a place for tourists to rest and take photos.

There were a couple of nights when Ingrid and I would walk and feel the ambiance of the community. It was alive and vibrant both on weekdays and weekends, with all the music and laughter from people who know how to live the European way of life. We loved it and wanted to stay up late, but we were already tired from our morning activities.

The week we spent in Trastevere, having our own unit, enjoying small cafes and corner stores made me appreciate the place more and allowed me to see and experience a more local way of life,

Million Miles Entry#4: Yanaka Ginza-Tokyo’s Retro Heart

Posted on June 6, 2024 by Business Class Podcast

Before going back to Tokyo this year, I reviewed our 2014 travel plan and realized I had missed a few places, including Yanaka Ginza, a shotengai (commercial district) established around 1892, the Meiji period, with small local shops catering to nearby residents. Determined not to overlook it again, I made sure to visit this time capsule.

A month before heading to Tokyo, a long-time family friend who had known me since I was a toddler and my mom’s college friend, Tita Ditas, visited Manila and had lunch with us. She has been in Tokyo for decades and currently teaches English to her senior Japanese neighbors in her condominium in, drumroll please, Yanaka! She promised to spend the day with us, showing us her community, treating us to authentic Japanese food, and introducing us to her friends.

After dropping Iuri off at DisneySea, Ingrid and I took the train to Nippori Station. What should have been a 40-minute journey took more than an hour because Google Maps wasn’t working well. However, getting lost in an unfamiliar city like Tokyo is always a welcome adventure for us. This reminded me of something I read from Paul Theroux: “Getting lost is the essence of travel”. It is in getting lost that you find yourself. You discover what captures your attention, learn to handle unexpected situations, and become more aware and mindful of your new surroundings.

We reached Nippori Station just before noon, where Tita Ditas was waiting under the North Exit sign, wearing a hat and a leopard print dress, on her phone trying to call me. The weather outside the station was sunny yet cool, quite pleasant for someone from the Philippines. She carried a thin Victorian umbrella adorned with lace, protecting herself and Ingrid from UV rays. As we walked toward Yanaka Street, she told us that aside from the shopping street, which is famous for its retro vibe and small shops, Yanaka is also known for its seven temples, which are just a few meters apart. I mused that if these were churches, Visita Iglesia would be so much easier.

Tita Ditas resides just a short five-minute walk from Yanaka Sunset Stairs, which descend to the bustling shops below. Much like an Ajuma from a Korean drama, she frequents the bazaar to catch up with her shop owner friends and while away the afternoon. On each visit, she crosses a bridge offering views of several train tracks, where Tokyo Shinkansen trains speed by, though the sight is hindered by a tall chicken wire fence erected to prevent any potential jumpers.

The first store we visited was the cat shop, or neko shop, a small store selling only cat-related items: cat magnets, cat shirts, cat pens, cat papers, cat playing cards—cat everything. But we didn’t stay long because it was time for lunch. We promised the shopkeeper we would return before leaving, and we did.

There is a reason for the cat-themed shops in the area. Tita Ditas explained that Yanaka is also known as Cat Town because of the many stray cats, though their numbers have sadly diminished over time.

Lunch was at Fujiya, a small restaurant that can house a maximum of 14 people. It is operated by a husband who is the chef, his wife as the waitress, and his centenarian mother as the dishwasher. Along the bar were local tourists taking photos of their food, clearly enjoying it as much as we did. The Gindara was perfect—soft like butter when poked with chopsticks, silky smooth in texture, and not overly fishy. Ingrid enjoyed it immensely as it was her order. I had raw fish served in a bento box which I enjoyed too but wished I ordered the Gindara.

Over lunch, our conversation turned to how the Japanese men are when it comes to relationships. I mentioned that Japan’s population is aging, with many young people not wanting to marry, and many dying alone, which is sad. Tita Ditas opined that many Japanese are independent and fine being by themselves, they also find contentment in being alone. That is the frame of mind they learned from Shintoism and Buddhism. So, if I thought they were sad, they were actually not. The shoe shopkeeper shared the same perspective. Later that day, while in the shoe store, I offered to carry Tita Ditas’s bag, but she declined. She and the shopkeeper conversed in Japanese, and Tita Ditas explained to her what I was trying to do. The shopkeeper remarked that such gestures are uncommon in Japan. I was grateful not only for the lunch but also for this new insight into Japanese culture.

After a short stop at a small trinket shop, we had dessert at Waguriya. I was told that on weekends, the lines can be long, and waiting can last up to an hour or more. Fortunately, we got a seat immediately. They are famous for their Mont Blanc dessert, which I find hard to describe. On top is a sweet chestnut cream sitting on melon-flavored shaved ice. Skeptical about the combination, I was pleasantly surprised—it was just what I needed on a sunny day. Others around us, including the group across and the couple beside us, also seemed to enjoy it.

While Ingrid and Tita Ditas were shopping or window shopping, I went for coffee at Career Cafe, just beside the shop where they were. Soon they joined me. I had initially targeted another place, but it was not due to open for another 40 minutes. The ground floor seated up to six people, with more seating upstairs. Around the small shop were display shelves. Yoshimi, the female owner, in her thirties, is entrepreneurial; she rents out the shelves for businesses to display their products and runs an agency that provides waitstaff to restaurants in Tokyo.

Yanaka’s magic comes from its locals buying in small stores and chatting with shop owners, creating a nostalgic small-town charm. Before leaving, we explored a little more, checked out some temples, found Himitsudo, a Kakigori place that makes their ice from Mount Fuji water, and admired more cat merchandise. I couldn’t help but notice open lots and ongoing renovations. What used to be a small traditional market is transforming into larger, modern businesses. Yanaka is slowly losing its old-world charm as it gentrifies. I wondered if Kazuo Ishiguro had Yanaka in mind when he wrote: “I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.” He may not be referring to Yanaka when he wrote those words but I am sure this sentiment resonates with those who have lived in the area for decades.

On the way back, Ingrid and I changed trains at Yurakucho. Yet again, we found ourselves disoriented while trying to locate the entrance to the other line, in another intriguing area characterized by towering modern malls, lively pachinko bars, and cozy hole-in-the-wall diners. This time, however, we realized we had moved from the old world to the new.

Million Miles Entry #3: Stationery Safari in Tokyo

Posted on May 29, 2024 by Business Class Podcast

When Ingrid and I were planning this Japan trip, we decided to visit stationery stores more than food spots and famous sites, as we had already explored many of those on previous trips to Japan.

Japan is known for its technology—the Shinkansen, Walkman, robots, and more—but less so for its paper products. As a pen and paper enthusiast, I can say they have some of the best stationery products in the world, if not the best.

Their papers are smooth and hold ink well, even if the paper is thin, preventing liquid from penetrating through. I even use some of their notebooks for watercolor painting. Their fountain pens are also excellent; the higher-end ones are crafted by masters, making it feel like holding a work of art in your hand.

The challenge in visiting different stores wasn’t the distance but the self-control needed to avoid buying everything I liked. Somehow, I was successful in keeping my wallet in my pocket most of the time.

The first stationery store we visited was Itoya in Ginza, just a few minutes’ walk or 2-3 blocks from our hotel. We didn’t rush to the store; we had plenty of time. We enjoyed the stores along the way, including a camera store, the Nissan showroom, and the window displays at Mitsukoshi.

The first thing you notice as you approach Itoya is the paperclip logo and the brand name. As soon as you enter, you’re greeted by a variety of items—pens, papers, notebooks, fans, bags, and more. But we were there for the fountain pens, which are on the third floor.

A narrow escalator led us to the third floor, where a low display showcased expensive fountain pens from brands like Pelikan, Namiki, Platinum, Parker, and Waterman. Around the display were a few people browsing, testing, and dreaming of owning a ¥400k fountain pen. There were also fountain pen inks from various brands.

Ingrid and I were a bit sad because the store carried fewer Namiki Nippon Art pens compared to my last visit in 2017 when I bought my Namiki. I heard from a Singaporean seller that the company will stop producing that model.

One particular customer caught my eye—a young Japanese mom with a baby, less than a year old, strapped to her chest. The mother was drooping while testing a pen, and the baby, with his head almost touching the display glass, looked at me innocently, not knowing what was happening.

We spent a few minutes looking through the pens, checking for anything we wanted. Luckily, nothing called my name, so my wallet was safe.

Traveler’s Factory is another brand worth mentioning. We visited two branches on different days, one in Marunouchi and one in Nakameguro.

Google showed us that Traveler’s Factory has a branch in Tokyo Station in Marunouchi, so we headed there. However, we felt a bit helpless because the shop’s address was in Japanese. Instead of translating it, we went to the information desk.

A nice lady who spoke and understood English directed us to the basement of Tokyo Station. The station itself is worth visiting for its Victorian architecture and numerous shops. One interesting sight outside the building was a shoeshine man with waiting patrons—a rare sight in Manila.

We left the building, walked a few steps, and reached the basement stairs. There were plenty of people and shops, but we remembered the directions. The shop is just a few meters from the bottom of the stairs to the left.

The shop isn’t big, maybe just 20 square meters, but it’s full of travel-related items—notebooks, refills, pens, cameras, stamps, and stamping stations.

We browsed, checked out nice items, and absorbed the shop’s atmosphere, inhaling the smell of leather and observing like-minded people. Ingrid and I were just happy to be there, experiencing the products, trying out the stamps, and enjoying the travel-vibe environment.

The other shop we visited the day after the Tokyo Station branch is located in Nakameguro, just 30 minutes from Higashi-Ginza Station. The shop is only a 5-minute walk from Nakameguro Station.

I liked this branch because it is located in a residential neighborhood, away from the busy city and numerous people. It had a more relaxed atmosphere with no rush, allowing us to find our zen moment.

When we got there, we had to line up and wait for a few minutes because the small store, slightly bigger than the Tokyo Station branch, was at full capacity. Only 10 people could fit in the store at any given time.

Those who left the store looked happy and excited to open their bags, eager to start writing in their new journals.

Like the other branch, this store was full of travel items, but it had a higher ceiling to showcase a few more items that the other shop didn’t carry, such as different pouch models, Swiss knife covers, and refreshments.

There were many nice items in that store—little trinkets costing only a few hundred pesos—but if you mindlessly put whatever you want in your basket, the total will amount to 5 digits.

Kakimori is another store in a neighborhood area in Kuramae, about a 30-minute subway ride from Ginza. From the station, it took us another 10 minutes to reach Kakimori on a straight path. You won’t feel the 10-minute walk because there are different small artisan shops along the way, some crafting leather bags and others showcasing independent fashion labels.

The Kakimori store is spacious and well-lit, with stationeries from their own brand and others lining the walls. But the most distinct feature of their store is that you can create your own notebooks. A side wall is dedicated to covers and papers for you to choose from. You then bring the items to the huge middle isle with big machines and around 3-4 people to assemble the notebook. At the end of the store is a workshop space, and on the second floor is a studio where you can customize your ink color by appointment.

The last store worth mentioning is Sailor Ancora in Ginza. Like Kakimori, you can customize items here, but instead of notebooks, you create your own pen.

Sailor Ancora can be found alongside high-end shops in Ginza, but the price of the customized pens won’t burn a hole in your wallet unless you choose a more expensive model. My pen only cost me less than 2000 pesos.

If you are indecisive, I caution you because there are at least five colors to choose from for each pen part, from nib to butt. You might end up buying more than one or spend at least 2 hours or more choosing.

We visited many other stores, like Tag Stationery in Asakusa, Loft Shibuya, Starbucks Reserve (which sells Traveler’s Notebooks), Maruzen, and other small independent stationery stores in different areas. However, the ones mentioned above are worth visiting for their variety, novelty, experience, and inventory size.

Japan is big on stationery, not just high-tech items. Even today, the Japanese still use Hanko or personal stamps for formal contracts and banking. Although the Japanese government has limited the use of the stamp, it will take time before stationery goes out of fashion in Japan. The next time you visit Japan, drop by a stationery store, get yourself a nice pen and paper, and experience the joy of putting your thoughts into words using works of art.

For Ingrid and I, eight days of exploring Tokyo’s stationery stores were never enough. But we are grateful that we were able to experience and see great craftsmanship in a world of mass-produced items.

Influence thrives in the space of personal relationships

Posted on March 23, 2024 by Business Class Podcast

Influence hinges upon relationships. This is my message to the attendees of my Effective Communications workshop at a multinational company in Batangas.

To illustrate, I used these pens as my visual aid. I told them the following story:

You see, my first encounter with a fountain pen was when I was 8 years old. I rummaged through my late father’s office drawer and found a fountain pen that would not write.

In his eagerness to give me the pen, he flushed and cleaned it. Unfortunately, I lost or destroyed it. It was a Parker 51 vacumatic.

When he passed away, he left a nice Charriol Ballpen which I used for some time. It is now nowhere to be found. I’m careless with these little objects.

Though he never had a collection of pens, he was curious about pens, guns, lighters, and desired nice gentlemen’s implements.

Somehow, his presence affected my interest in pens. Like him, I never really got serious about collecting pens. When I say serious, I mean acquiring 4 pens a month.

I have a couple, though, which I bought after college, one for signing a business contract in Singapore and another out of curiosity. But that’s it.

It was Ingrid who rekindled my interest in pens. I have bought a few pieces here and there, mostly to prevent myself from having sleepless nights doing online research.

My takeaway here is this: the people we are close to, those we have relationships with, can strongly influence us, directly or indirectly. Their presence alone is enough to sway our decisions.

Now, I believe that effective communication hinges upon the establishment of rapport between the communicator and their audience, for only through such rapport can one hope to create meaningful change.

Parker 51 and Opus88 demo

Some thoughts on reunion

Posted on March 11, 2024 by Business Class Podcast

A few days ago, on March 9, we celebrated our 25th anniversary as graduates of the University of Asia and the Pacific. The event included a mass and dinner, attended by 40 of my batchmates, along with approximately 12 officials and faculty members of the school. Additionally, there was a school tour showcasing the new developments, followed by a short and lively program that contributed to the cheerful atmosphere of the evening. Dr. Villegas, the premier economist of the Philippines, delivered a message on our role in advancing the country to its first-world status, culminating in a rendition of a song from “The Sound of Music.”

The reunion was not difficult to organize. Last January, during a dinner with my college classmates, I realized that we had been out of college for 25 years. Wanting to seize the opportunity to gather my other schoolmates, I reached out to our alumni office and assisted in the planning process.

Reuniting with long-time friends is always a joy. It’s both fun and challenging to reconnect with individuals you never interacted with in college, especially when you struggle to recall their names. I even had to ask a friend for the name of another batchmate after exchanging greetings and shaking hands.

Though several officials gave brief speeches, it was Father Soria’s words that left a lasting impression on me. He expressed his enjoyment in teaching EM students due to their positive outlook on life, noting that for them, failure is merely another step toward success.

Many of my batchmates have achieved success in their respective industries. While they provide a valuable network, it’s the relationships forged that truly imbue meaning into reunions. After all, whether present or absent, we are all brothers and sisters raised with the same set of values.

Speaking of values, one that resonates strongly is the concept of making work holy.